I woke up Sunday morning with a backache so bad that I couldn’t do anything but roll from my bed to my knees. I struggled to get onto my back and try to stretch things out a bit. After several stretches and exercises the doctor recommended, I stood up to start the day. I really didn’t feel any better, but figured the water from a hot shower might help.
A few hours later, we were doing the “meet and greet” between worship songs. I saw a friend and his small baby, and asked to hold her. At the moment, I had forgotten all about my sore back, and just wanted to hold the precious child. As the child began to fidget, I took her to the back of the assembly and stood rocking her back and forth until she fell asleep. It was then that I began to feel the ache in my back well up into pain. I didn’t want to put this little sleeping child down for anything, so I tried to ignore the pain and focus on her.
It was then that I began to wonder if this was/is like the love God feels for His children. He would rather suffer to the point of , rather than let someone take His little ones out of His grasp. It also made me realize that God will let me out of His grasp, if it is what I will. Like a squirming child that wants to get of his mother’s lap, sometimes we think we know best and want our freedom. God still loves us, and watches us, but knows that it would be much better for us if we were to remain on His lap, wrapped in His arms.
Thank you Lucie, for letting me love you. For in that love, God taught me a lesson. And I’d suffer through many more backaches to hold you again. And thank you Father, for letting me climb back onto your lap, time and time again.
